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Sometimes we have specific problems with our mother; sometimes, life with her can just be hard work. If there are difficulties in your (1) , it’s best to deal with them, (2) remember that any (3) should be done (4) person or by letter. The telephone is not a good (5) because it is too easy (6) either side to (7) the conversation.Explain to her (8) you find difficult in your relationship and then (9) some new arrangements that you think would establish a (10) balance between you. Sometimes we hold (11) from establishing such boundaries because we are afraid that doing (12) implies we are (13) her. We need to remember that being (14) from our mother does not (15) mean that We no longer love her. If the conflict is (16) and you cannot find a way to (17) it, you might decide to give up your relationship with your mother for a while. Some of my patients had (18) "trial separations". The (19) allowed things to simmer down, enabling (20) . 1（）
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Questions 26-30 Taking charge of yourself involves putting to rest some very prevalent myths. At the top of the list is the notion that intelligence is measured by your ability to solve complex problems; to read, write and compute at certain levels; and to resolve abstract equations quickly. This vision of intelligence asserts formal education and bookish excellence as the true measures of self fulfillment. It encourages a kind of intellectual prejudice that has brought with it some discouraging results. We have come to believe that someone who has more educational merit badges, who is very good at some form of school discipline is "intelligent. " Yet mental hospitals are filled with patients who have all of the properly lettered certificates. A truer indicator of intelligence is an effective, happy life lived each day and each present moment of every day. If you are happy, if you live each moment for everything it’s worth, then you are an intelligent person. Problem solving is a useful help to your happiness, but if you know that given your inability to resolve a particular concern you can still choose happiness for yourself, or at a minimum refuse to choose unhappiness, then you are intelligent. You are intelligent because you have the ultimate weapon against the big N. B.D. --Nervous Break Down. "Intelligent" people do not have N. B. D. ’s because they are in charge of themselves. They know how to choose happiness over depression, because they know how to deal with the problems of their lives. You can begin to think of yourself as truly intelligent on the basis of how you choose to feel in the face of trying circumstances. The life struggles are pretty much the same for each of us. Everyone who is involved with other human beings in any social context has similar difficulties. Disagreements, conflicts and compromises are a part of what it means to be human. Similarly, money, growing old, sickness, deaths, natural disasters and accidents are all events which present problems to virtually all human beings. But some people are able to make it, to avoid immobilizing depression and unhappiness despite such occurrences, while others collapse or have an N, B. D. Those who recognize problems as a human condition and don’t measure happiness by an absence of problems are the most intelligent kind of humans we know; also, the most rare. According to the passage, what kind of people are rare
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There are many kinds of friends. Some are always ( 1 ) you, but don’t understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only ( 2 )friends leave footprints. I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the ( 3 ). She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend. It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves ( 4 )with the cool ( 5 ). In such a season, I liked walking alone on the roads covered with leaves, ( 6 )to the sound of them. Autumn is a ( 7 )season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me ( 8 ). But one day, the sound of a violin ( 9 )into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was ( 10 )in playing her violin. I had ( 11 )seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn’t know that I had been ( 12 )there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin at the corner of the building ( 13 )I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became ( 14 ). ( 15 )we didn’t know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me. Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly ( 16 ). To my astonishment, the girl came over to me. “You must like music from the violin.” she said. “Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop” I asked. Suddenly, a ( 17 )expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual. “I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that ( 18 )me.” she said. “In fact, it was your playing ( 19 )gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let’s be friends.” The girl smiled, and so did I. I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen to her. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure (身影) of the girl. She is like a ( 20 )―so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that makes the autumn beautiful.
There are many kinds of friends. Some are always ( 1 ) you, but don’t understand you. Some say only a few words to you, but understand you. Many people will step in your life, but only ( 2 )friends leave footprints. I shall always recall the autumn and the girl with the ( 3 ). She will always bring back the friendship between us. I know she will always be my best friend. It was the golden season. I could see the yellow leaves ( 4 )with the cool ( 5 ). In such a season, I liked walking alone on the roads covered with leaves, ( 6 )to the sound of them. Autumn is a ( 7 )season and life is uninteresting. The free days always get me ( 8 ). But one day, the sound of a violin ( 9 )into my ears like a stream flowing in the mountains. I was so surprised that I jumped to see what it was. A young girl, standing in the wind, was ( 10 )in playing her violin. I had ( 11 )seen her before. The music was so nice that I listened quietly. Lost in the music, I didn’t know that I had been ( 12 )there for so long but my existence did not seem to disturb her. Leaves were still falling. Every day she played the violin at the corner of the building ( 13 )I went downstairs to watch her performance. I was the only listener. The autumn seemed no longer lonely and life became ( 14 ). ( 15 )we didn’t know each other, I thought we were already good friends. I believe she also loved me. Autumn was nearly over. One day, when I was listening carefully, the sound suddenly ( 16 ). To my astonishment, the girl came over to me. “You must like music from the violin.” she said. “Yes. And you play very well. Why did you stop” I asked. Suddenly, a ( 17 )expression appeared on her face and I could feel something unusual. “I came here to see my grandmother, but now I must leave. I once played very badly. It was your listening every day that ( 18 )me.” she said. “In fact, it was your playing ( 19 )gave me a meaningful autumn,” I answered, “Let’s be friends.” The girl smiled, and so did I. I never heard her play again in my life. I no longer went downstairs to listen to her. Only thick leaves were left behind. But I will always remember the fine figure (身影) of the girl. She is like a ( 20 )―so short, so bright, like a shooting star giving off so much light that makes the autumn beautiful.
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